Date: Mon, 2 Jun 2008 09:51:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hotel Management

  Hotel Management
  by Beautiful Creamer


  Chapter One

  When I was thirteen, I never thought that I would become a simpering,
man-pleasing sissyboy, sucking men's big cocks and swallowing gallons of
their cum. Taking their huge tools into my tiny bottomhole and milking
their balls with my soft hands.

  Not that there's anything wrong with that.

  I know it was mostly Mama's fault. But I don't blame her. If I didn't
want to tease and please men, I could have resisted. I hardly resisted at
all.

  It was really competition that made it all happen.

  Mama and I only had each other. With my help, she ran a small hotel, the
Acme, in a town where there were lots of oil workers and very few
attractive women. Mama was such a beautiful, sexy woman, that lots of oil
workers used our hotel just because they wanted to be near her.

  The oil workers were big, rough, hairy men with calloused hands. I was
only 13, but I could see that a lot of the men found their way to Mama's
bed. When Mama noticed that I had noticed, she said, "It's marketing,
Dennis. That Mrs. Harper and her trampy 16-year-old daughter Mary Ellen at
the Zenith Hotel across the street are providing lots of physical
`incentives' to the guests. If we don't compete, they'll all stay over at
her place and we'll be in the poorhouse."

  The poorhouse didn't seem like a very nice place to me, so, as always, I
went along with Mama.

  My bedroom was next to Mama's and I remember a lot of nights when I
listened to her making strange noises and her bed squeaking. It would stop
for a while, then start up again. Sometimes even in the middle of the
night. And early in the morning. Mama always looked pretty happy after one
of those "squeaky bed" nights. I remember too that for about five nights
each month, our hotel's occupancy often went down.

  My life changed around March of my eighth-grade year, right before my
fourteenth birthday.  Mama said she wasn't going to lose out to those
rotten Harpers across the street.

  I remember that Mama wouldn't let me get a haircut and it was getting
really long. I had it tied up in a ponytail and for some reason, the
guests, who always seemed to consider me an annoyance, started noticing
me. Especially Carl.

  Carl Haskins was one of Mama's favorites. He would tease her and bring
her little presents. Sometimes he would even take her out to dinner or a
movie or something. Then he would bring her home and squeak her bed all
night.

  I couldn't figure why Carl started noticing me.

  As I ran around cleaning the rooms and changing sheets and stuff, Mama
had me wear really tight, brief clothes.  I think Carl was the first to see
that.

  He began to bring me little presents. And he would touch me. In a nice
way. My arm. My hair. One time I messed up and threw away some papers I
thought Bill Kerns in room 4 was getting rid of and Bill got really mad at
me. But Carl stepped in and protected me. I liked that too.

  Responding to instinct I barely understood, I started walking a bit like
a girl when I was around the men. I wanted to stop doing that, but
couldn't. Carl noticed. So did Bill. And the men in the other rooms.

  I was in school a lot of the time, of course, and the men worked long
shifts. But when they were around, they liked to drink and play cards in
what we called the hotel's lobby. Mama made good money from selling food
and drinks and they tipped her well too. I was too young, but I served
drinks too.

  One May night, Mama said, "You know, Dennis, you could make better tips
if you dressed a little better. And it's time you helped out in the war
against the Harpers."

  Huh?

  Mama took me into her room and told me to strip. My eyes filled with
tears. I didn't want to show Mama my body. I was ashamed of it. But you
didn't argue with Mama.

  Mama seemed very pleased when I stood before her, naked as if I were
about to shower. I trembled as Mama examined my hairless legs, pretty toes,
and smooth, heart-shaped butt. I shuddered when she caressed my nipples and
my little three-inch cock was shamefully stiff.

  Mama said, "I'm happy you can get it up so easily, Dennis. You're much
more attractive this way."

  Attractive? To whom? And why?

  "Let me just make sure everything is in order," she said.

  Then Mama shamed me horribly! She took a little tube of petroleum jelly
out, slicked up two of her pretty fingers, and slid them into my bottom
hole. Agghhhh. I almost fainted from shame. And excitement. What was
happening?

  Then Mama made things worse. With her fingers still "back there," Mama
touched my little cock with her other hand. I jerked, then began to cry
with even greater shame.

  But I know Mama loved me. She said, "It's all right, Sweetie. I won't
hurt you. Don't you like this?"

  I did. Very much. That was why I was crying and ashamed. I whimpered at
Mama.

  "You really are a sissyboy! That's good. Now Dennis, do you like this?"

  Mama slid the long, wrinkled, brown skin from the pink crown of my little
penis. I squealed. Oh. I was upset that it was a sissy thing to do. Mama
smiled and persisted, running her sweet fingers in and out of my bottom as
she ran my foreskin up and down. Up and down. Ohhhhhhh. My eyes got wide. I
gasped and, panting with lust, I shot the first cummy burst of my life into
Mama's hand.

  Mama said, "It's OK, Baby. Good sissyboy. Let it out. Oh. So much
cum. That was a nice one. Mmmmm. Very good, Sweetheart. You needed that,
didn't you? Very nice."

  It felt as if my essence were leaving my body. I didn't know what
happened, but I liked it very much. But what was this "sissyboy" stuff?

  Mama hugged my naked body and said, "You're perfect, Dennis. Pretty, sexy
and sissyish. And you cum like the Trevi Fountain. The guests will love
you. And the Harpers will be in the poorhouse, not us."

  I was beginning to understand what Mama expected. And it terrified
me. But my cock was once again stiff as a triple martini.

  Mama reached into a drawer and pulled out a delicate, wispy pair of
silky, pink underpants. "Try these on, Sweetie," she said.

  "But Mama, those are for girls."

  "No they're not, silly.  Look at the opening for your willie.  They're
for sissyboys, like you, not girls.

  "Dennis, I think you know how difficult it is to make ends meet. We work
hard and sometimes we have something to show for it and sometimes we
don't. You've been a great help to me, but you could help me a lot more and
help yourself if you would just put yourself out a bit. I'm sure you know
that I do little extras to keep things going."

  Mama's little extras made her bed squeak.

  "Now no one's asking you to do anything bad. Just make the hotel a little
more attractive for the customers. How much do you usually make in tips on
a night when the men are playing cards?"

  "About ten dollars, Mama. You know. I give it to you."

  "Would you like to earn a lot more than that?"

  "Not if I have to do...bad things."

  Mama laughed. "I'm not asking for that. Now put the underpants on."

  What choice did I have? I put the underpants on.

  Oh my goodness. They felt wonderful! Cool and light. And very
pretty. They made my bottom look very cute. And they caressed my little
doodle and balls very sweetly.

  Mama said, "Look at yourself in the mirror. What do you see?"

  In my pretty underpants and nice, fat niples, I...

  "You look like a pretty sissyboy, Sweetie."

  Mama was right. I was so ashamed.

  My legs were hairless. With my sweatshirt and my hair in a ponytail, I
looked like a sissyboy on his way back from the beach. Mama completed the
effect by painting my toenails with a clear polish and giving me a pair of
flat, backless sandals that exposed my pretty feet and toes.

  I was mortified. Where did she expect me to go dressed like that?

  "The men's poker game starts in ten minutes. You'd better set up."

  Noooooooo. I couldn't let the men see me like that. They would tease me
and call me a little faggot. Maybe even beat me up. "Please, Mama. No."

  "Dennis, I think you will be very surprised and even happy. Now go out
there and serve the drinks."

  Would I survive the evening? I trembled with fear and shame.



  Chapter Two -- The Poker Game

  Since it was Saturday night, the poker game would be a long and boozy
one. Mama and I were very busy making sandwiches and serving drinks. A lot
of our income came from those games.

  I stood behind the bar where no one could see my legs and toes. And sissy
shoes.

  I prayed I could hide back there all night. The guys were about an hour
into their game when Carl yelled back to me to bring him a Four Roses
(cheap whisky) and an Iron City (a beer, for you non-Pennsylvanians). I had
to do it.

  The shoes made we wobble and wiggle more than I wanted so I guess I was
walking pretty sissily when I gave Carl his shot and beer chaser. I sissied
away, hoping he wouldn't notice me. But I did feel hot stares from the six
men, though I couldn't tell which ones. A couple of minutes later, Carl
asked me to bring him a ham sandwich. Mama and I made excellent sandwiches
and the guys ate them up at $5 a pop. I brought the sandwich to Carl and
started to leave, but I felt his hand on my arm.

  "Stand next to me, Dennis. You bring me luck." And he gave me $10. Wow!
That was usually what I made working the whole night.

  I stood next to Carl, hoping that no one had noticed Mama's enhancements
of me. Carl won a hand. Then the next. And the guys began to joke about me
being lucky for Carl. Then he gave me another $10! Wow!

  Then I felt his hand on the back of my thigh.

  Carl had me stand to his left. When he wasn't dealing, he could play
right-handed and touch me left-handed. That was a lot of touching.

  His hand was warm, but very rough. He was gentle when he rubbed me and it
felt very good.

  But oh, it was horrible. Was Carl gay? Was I? Why was he rubbing his
rough hands along my smooth thighs? Why was my little willie as stiff as
concrete? And tenting my shorts?

  Had the others noticed? They gave no sign. Bill asked for a sandwich and
to fetch it, I disengaged myself from Carl, who acted indifferent to me
leaving.

  Then Bill gave me a $10 tip and asked me to stand next to him for
luck. Carl joked about everybody getting lucky with Dennis and everyone
laughed. Except me. Bill was stroking my knee and I was getting all hot and
bothered. My erection was tenting my short shorts and I was sure everyone
could see. But no one said anything.

  As the night wore on, Fred, Sam, Al and Rick all had me stand next to
them for luck too. And at the end of the night I had made $85 in tips.

  But I was horribly ashamed of how I had gotten it. I stood there
passively while men touched me. It was awful!

  After we cleaned the remains of the game up, Mama asked how much I had
made. When I told her, she hugged me. "See how easy that was, Dennis? The
rest will be easy too."

  The rest?

  Mama went into my room with me before bed and held a pretty, cotton,
boy's nightshirt against me. Did she expect me to wear that? I was red with
embarrassment!

  "Try it on, Honey," Mama said in her "take no prisoners" voice.

  Reluctantly, I did. It felt incredible! I adored it! It was cool and
comfortable and the fabric rubbed my skin so sweetly. I looked in the
mirror and couldn't believe how good I looked.

  Mama smiled. "So you like it?"

  "No. And I can't wear it," I said. "I'm not a sissyboy."

  Mama looked at me as if I were a 10-watt bulb. "I believe you like it,
Dennis," she said. Then she grabbed my fiercely erect cock and said, "You
may not admit the truth, but your penis knows what it likes."

  She was right.

  I put the nightshirt on and got into bed. It felt wonderful against my
nipples and it brushed very nicely against my distressed cock. What was
happening to me? What should I do about my sore, throbbing cock?

  As I was fretting, there was a knock on my door. Mama wouldn't knock. I
quickly covered myself with a sheet and began to tremble.

  The door opened. It was Carl.

  "Hi, Dennis," he said. "I just wanted to check and make sure you were all
right. I know that was different and difficult for you tonight. Are you all
right?"

  "Yes," I said in a small voice. "Thank you." My cock was throbbing even
harder. Carl was so good and kind to me. But I wanted him to leave. And
stay.

  "Good," he said.

  Then he sat on the bed next to me. Oh, please make him go away, I prayed.

  "Dennis, something's been happening to you lately. Do you want to talk
about it?"

  I pulled the sheet even higher on me. What if he saw my nightshirt? Or my
erect nipples?

  "Please, no," I said. "I don't want to talk. I just want to sleep."

  Carl honored my request. Sort of. He held my shoulder through the sheet
and said, "OK, Buddy, but we need to talk sometime. Because being around
you has really been affecting me these past few months too. I'm very
confused by feelings I never had before."

  What did he mean? No matter. He had to leave!

  "OK, Sport," Carl said. Releasing my shoulder. "Just one last thing and
you don't have to answer. Did you like it when I rubbed your leg tonight?"

  Oh. I began to shake and my eyes filled with tears. I could never answer
that. I would just keep quiet and Carl would leave. And leave me alone.

  He stood up, said good night, and began to walk to the door. What if he
didn't like me any more? What if he didn't rub my thigh any more or call me
"Sport" and "Buddy?" I did like him rubbing my thigh. I liked it a lot.

  Carl opened my door and began to move through it.

  "Yes!" I said. And changed my life forever.

  Carl turned, looked at me and smiled. "Yes, you liked me rubbing your
thigh?"

  Oh, he was walking toward me. He sat down on the bed again.

  "Yes," I said.

  Carl kissed me, right on the lips. I don't know who was more surprised,
Carl or me. But it was a wonderful kiss, soft warm and gentle from a huge,
rough, 40-year-old, heterosexual, oil-rig foreman. I felt warm and loved
and sexually frantic. Just from a kiss. My first kiss.

  He ended the kiss and looked at me with real admiration. "Pull the sheet
down, Dennis."

  I couldn't! He would see my nightshirt and my erect nipples and my stiff
cock. But he was so masterful. I had to do it. I eased the sheet down to
about three inches above my nipples.

  Carl saw the nightshirt straps and smiled. "I knew I wasn't turning
gay. You're a sissyboy, aren't you?"

  "I don't know," I answered truthfully.

  "You're very pretty and very sweet. A man could be very happy loving
you."

  Did Carl just say he loved me? Not really. But I loved the praise.

  "Pull the sheet down some more, Sweetheart," Carl said.

  Reluctantly, I pulled the sheet to my waist. Carl could see all of my
nightshirt.

  "You have a beautiful body, Sweetie. Let me see the rest."

  "OK," I said, and pulled the sheet completely off.

  Carl smiled as he looked at my silky legs and clear-polished toes. He saw
how my tiny willie was tenting my nightshirt and said, "You need some
relief very badly."

  Gently, Carl reached under my nightshirt and touched my little cock with
his huge, calloused right hand.

  I shuddered with pleasure. Carl noticed.

  Carl leaned over and kissed me as he milked my rampant little peeny. It
was a lovely kiss and he fed me the tip of his sweet tongue.

  Carl tickled my balls too. No one had ever done that and I was alive with
erotic sensation. I could feel my balls begin to bubble as Carl licked my
tongue and ran his thumb around the crown of my cock. I squealed and Carl
picked up the pace. I was...oh...cumming hard and deliciously. I was in
heaven and all because I said, "Yes."

  What a great word.

  When I was through cumming all over my tummy, Carl's hand, and my pretty
nightshirt, Carl asked if I felt better. He was so considerate.

  "Oh, yes, Carl. It was wonderful. Thank you so much!" And I kissed him
again.

  Then I did a very trampy thing. I asked, "Can I, you know, help you the
same way you helped me?"

  Carl beamed. Then he stood, pulled his pants and underpants down to his
knees, and sat next to me on the bed once again.

  I saw his stiff cock. It was a monster! Enormous! And red and
angry-looking. His balls looked like baseballs and his bag looked as if it
could hold a bowling ball. And his legs and balls were hairy. And
manly. And wonderful.

  I gasped and he chuckled softly.

  I was ashamed to look at it at first. I hid my eyes and stole little
peeks at its magnificence.

  "Do you like it?" he asked.

  I nodded shyly. "It's beautiful."

  "Have you ever touched anyone's cock before, Dennis?"

  "No, Carl," I replied honestly. Then I gathered my courage and touched
it.

  Carl's cock was hot and throbbing. I loved touching it. There was a long,
blue vein along the left side. I ran my soft hand along it and Carl gasped
with lust.

  I was making someone happy. I couldn't remember the last time I was able
to do that.

  Carl's foreskin was long and brown and wrinkled. I encircled it with my
hand and eased it down over his pink cockhead. Carl groaned. He was leaking
a lot of thin, sticky groo and some was running onto my hand. I thought I
would like to taste it. That made my face hot with shame.

  Carl leaned over and kissed me as I stroked his foreskin up and down with
my warm, delicate hand. He kissed my shoulders and exposed my right
nipple. Would he kiss it? He would.

  Carl licked my nipple and I felt an electric shock throughout my body. I
arched my back, squealed and spurted my boyish cream in five thick
globs. My nipples were apparently very sensitive.

  Carl seemed delighted at my response. He took some of the cum from my
tummy and applied it to his cockhead. I used it as a lubricant as I resumed
my loving attention to his needs. Carl was too excited to last very long
and I soon felt the joy of fulfilling a lover when he groaned manfully and
almost drowned my hand in jet after jet of his copious spunk. Carl enjoyed
what I did for him very much.

  I was afraid of what he might want next, but Carl tucked me in, kissed me
softly, thanked me for giving him the sweetest treat in the world, said
goodnight, and left.

  I began to cry. Something had been lost. Something had been gained. But
my life would never be the same again.





  Chapter Three -- Adjustments

  The next morning, Mama woke me at nine so we could go to 11
a.m. mass. She pulled the sheet back off me before I could think quickly
enough and revealed the dried cum, both mine and Carl's on my belly,
nightshirt and sheets.

  Mortified, I blushed. What would Mama think of me?

  "Was it Carl or Bill? They were both incredibly hot for you,
Sweetie. I'll bet Carl. Did he kiss you?"

  How did Mama know? I gulped and told her everything that happened.

  Mama smiled. "And you liked it, didn't you?"

  I adored it, but I was so ashamed. I looked down and began to cry
again. I was crying a lot, I know, but I couldn't help it.

  Mama hugged me. "There, there, Baby. It's all right. I've known you were
a sissyboy since you were about seven. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

  Mama knew? How did she know when I didn't know? And what exactly is a
sissyboy? I asked.

  "A sissy, Dennis, is a boy who loves men.  A sissy loves acting girlish
around men, teasing them and his cock is hard almost the whole time he's
around them.  Sissies want to make love to men. Kissing men. Sucking their
big, hot, hard cocks. Even taking men's big cocks into their tiny
bottomholes."

  Mama could see the fear in my face. I almost wanted to puke. Carl's cock
was enormous. I couldn't... He would rip me...

  Mama hugged me again. "Don't be afraid. You're not ready for that yet."

  Yet?

  "We'll make gradual adjustments so that you'll have a long, happy,
wonderful, sissy life."

  I sniffled, "But what if I don't want to be a sissy, Mama?"

  Mama looked at me. "I think you already are a sissy, Sweetie. But at 18,
you can always be a hetero man again. If you really want to."

  That was almost four years off. What would I do? And what did Mama mean
by adjustments?

  The oil workers were off that Sunday and were all gone from the hotel
when we returned from mass. It was Memorial Day weekend, which meant I had
three days off from school, but I was always doing stuff at the hotel.

  Mama really surprised me as we were eating lunch. "You never seem to have
any time for kids your own age, Dennis." No kidding. I was always helping
Mama "make ends meet."

  Mama went on. "That's why I invited one of your friends from school over
for you to play and have a sleepover with."

  I dropped my baloney on Wonder Bread sandwich. "Sleepover? Mama, I
haven't had a sleepover since I was nine and Dad left. You said I had to
help you with the hotel all the time."

  Mama smiled. "I was wrong, Dennis. Now I'm going to make it up to you."

  I was very wary. "Who's sleeping over, Mama?"

  "Derek Carson."

  RED ALERT!!!! I almost fainted. "Mama, Derek Carson is the biggest,
toughest kid in our school. He's six inches taller than me and outweighs me
by 50 pounds. And I don't think we've ever spoken."

  Mama smiled again. "Do you remember when I came to school when you sang
that solo in glee club last month?"

  Was Mama changing the subject? "Yes. But so what?"

  "I saw the way Derek Carson looked at you, Dennis. I think you'll have a
wonderful night. I've spoken to his mother. He's coming for dinner. Now
don't be rude to him."

  "Rude? Mama, he'll pulverize me."

  Dead man walking. That was me. In school on Tuesday, I would be led to
the schoolyard by the anti-faggot imperial guard, tied to a stake, offered
a cigarette and a blindfold, and put out of my misery.

  Mama disagreed. Even in my usual ponytail, she said, I was a ten. And
Derek would notice, Mama said.  Which brought my woodie back. Hard and
insistent.

  Mama noticed. "Stand up, Dennis and I'll give you some relief. You're in
sore need."

  I stood, ashamedly. Mama pulled my pants and underpants down and off and
wanked me most deliciously into a frothy cum. I couldn't look Mama in the
eye, but I felt much more comfortable and my spirits rose a bit.

  Although I was terrified about Derek, when Mama had me put on a miniskirt
and blouse, I began to think, for the first time, that he might not kill
me. I was sexy enough for 95% of the hetero men in the world. Carl sure
liked me.  Or so it seemed. I even began to feel a little like a sissyboy.

  Mama sent me to my room so she could "prepare" Derek for me. He arrived
at six on the dot and Mama must have told him many things, because she
didn't come for a trembling me until 6:32.

  She was smiling and assured me that everything would be just fine.

  It was a very different Derek than I was used to when I sissied into our
living room. He was cleaned up, wearing a tie and jacket, and sporting the
most adoring expression I had ever seen on a male. Was he crazy about ME?

  Apparently he was. He stared in awe and reverence when I entered the
room. Just for fun, I dropped a little hankie I was carrying and Derek dove
to the floor to pick it up for me. First with Carl, now Derek, I had
incredible power over men. I had never had power of any kind. Now I was
like an emperor. Or an empress. Wow.

  Derek held my chair for me, laughed whenever I said anything halfway
funny and listened when I spoke during dinner. He filled my glass, helped
Mama with the dishes and almost fainted when Mama suggested that we go to
my room and play.

  I couldn't. What if he tried something? Mama wasn't serious about us
sleeping in the same room was she? I was already humiliated that Derek had
seen me looking so sissyish. Did Mama want him to, you know, do sex things
with me?

  Derek was handsome, attentive and very nice. Perhaps I had misjudged
him. But sex things?

  We got to my room and I closed the door. I didn't want one of the hotel
guests coming back early and seeing me. What if Carl saw me? I shivered at
the thought.

  "Do you like Nintendo, Derek," I asked.

  "Sure. I mean, if you do."

  Derek was so willing and eager to please me. Perhaps if I were frank with
him.

  "I'm a boy, Derek. My Mama thinks I'm a sissyboy. But I'm not. I have a
cock, just like you. Maybe smaller. But a cock."

  The sweet young man said, "You may be a boy, but you're also the cutest,
nicest, prettiest sissyboy I've ever met."

  He was a persistent one. Was he gay?

  "So, you would want to do sex stuff with me? Kissing and more? I mean, I
could never do that with a boy, but would you really like to..."

  Derek stepped forward and held me gently in his strong arms. I squirmed,
but didn't really resist. He kissed me sweetly and ran his hands up and
down my back.

  A boy my own age was kissing me. He knew I was a boy and he was kissing
me. I didn't think he was gay. Why was I letting him? I didn't want him to
kiss me. It was wrong and I was so ashamed. But I didn't want him to stop
either.

  Derek was a good kisser. No tongue, but very nice. He stopped and
said. "That was great."

  That kiss was more intimate than when I held Carl's cock and made him
cum.

  I hated to admit it to myself, but I liked it very much. As I had done
many times in the past 24 hours, I began to cry.

  Derek held me and gently kissed my sobbing eyes. "What's wrong,
Sweetheart?" he asked.

  "I'm a simpering little faggot. I'm a sissy. I'm so ashamed." <Sob>

  Derek smiled and held my chin up.

  "You're a sweet, lovable person."

  Derek was so sweet!

  I didn't resist when Derek began to undress me, removing my shirt.

  I saw he was lusting after my nipples and I surprised myself by saying,
"You can kiss them if you want, Derek."

  Derek's eyes filled with moist joy. He asked me to lie on my bed, then
removed all but his undershirt and underpants, which, for the record, were
clean. Derek gasped when he saw my pink underpants. Then he lay next to me
on the bed.

  Derek looked at me as if he were seven and I was the red truck under the
Christmas tree. He kissed me again, rubbing his body against me. I was very
steamed up. Hot and excited. I pushed his undershirt over his head and
off. Derek's torso was very nice. Not hairy and manly like Carl's. But very
nice for a fellow 14-year-old. Derek began to kiss and lick my nipples.

  "Derek," I said. "Wait! They're so... Oh, Derek. Use your tongue right
there. Oh, that's wonderful. Mmmmm. They're very
sensitive. Gently. Ohhhhh."

  Derek was gentle and enthusiastic. If he kept that up, I would cum. He
kept it up.

  "Derek!!! I'm cumming," I squealed. Then I climaxed hard into my new,
pretty, pink underpants. Mama would understand.

  Derek was merciless. He kept worshiping my soft pillows. Then the
bad/good boy reached into my gooey underpants. I was so embarrassed. All
that cum. But Derek rubbed my own goo all over my stiffening prickie and
then <gasp> rubbed cum all over my sensitive bag of baby balls.

  Derek kept kissing my nipples as he cum-massaged my balls, then
prickhead. I was squealing like the world's biggest sissy when I came for
the second time in ten minutes. I predicted a very cummy evening.

  I decided that Derek must be in some distress. How could I relieve that
while showing proper appreciation? I didn't really want to suck his cock,
because then I would be a cocksucker.

  But Derek had been so nice. And everything had been fun so far.

  I kissed him as I peeled his underpants. Derek had a whopper of a cock
for a boy his age, thick and juicy, even though it was much smaller than
Carl's. The skin was back and the peehole was drooling like a kid in a
candy store. I ran my soft hand up and down its length. Derek groaned and
kissed me sweetly.

  It surprised us both when I got on my knees and kissed his
cockhead. Derek groaned again and I tasted my first pre-goo. It was good!

  In for a penny, in for a pound. I looked at Derek. He was hoping I would
take his cock in my mouth and suck him until he fainted. I gave the head a
little lick and giggled. He arched his back. It was great to be finally in
charge of something. Derek touched my head gently and looked at me
imploringly. The lad was in extreme need. And I was his antidote.

  I swirled my tongue around the head, very slowwwwwlllyyyy. Derek said
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh" or something similar.

  I still wasn't technically a cocksucker. But suddenly I wanted to be. I
sucked Derek's cockhead into my little mouth. It was hard, but satiny
smooth and it tasted salty but nice. I peeked at Derek. His eyes were
closed and his face was a mask of ecstasy. I sucked up and down and swirled
my tongue around the head. He was really leaking badly and it seemed as if
something gooey would happen soon,

  What would I do? I couldn't swallow his cum. That would be so
embarrassing. Even if Derek didn't tell anyone, he would know I did it. And
so would I.

  But he was sort of vibrating. And thrusting his cock at me. What
if... Oh, no! Derek was cumming. And I had my mouth all over his cock.

  Suddenly my mouth was filled with cum. I couldn't breathe! What could I
do?

  I swallowed. Big sticky blasts of cum.

  It was so ashamed. Now I was a cocksucker and a cum-swallower. And I
couldn't really blame Mama. Derek didn't exactly hold a gun to my head.

  Oh, yeah. Derek. He was looking at me like no one ever had before. Was he
disgusted at me for being a cocksucking, cum-swallowing twit?

  It didn't appear so when he gently pulled me up to him and kissed me for
a half hour.

  When we stopped, Derek said, "This has been the happiest day of my life."

  Then he kissed me again. And pulled my underpants down and began to
tickle my very aroused cock.

  What he did next really surprised me.

  He got on his knees and began to do for me what I did for him. He kissed
my cum-soaked pricklet all over. He licked the head, then sucked it. Oh,
Baby. That was good. I was hard as Depression times when he began to lick
my balls. That was the icebreaker. I just said the heck with my hang-ups,
screamed his name and climaxed a gallon of sissy cream into his face.

  I was terrified! Poor Derek must have been humiliated. His face was
covered with more cum than I knew I had in my body. Would he hit me? Storm
out and leave, telling everyone in school what a faggot I was?

  Not exactly. Derek began to laugh. Then he said, "Wow. You really liked
that. You can't fake what you just did."

  He was right. Including the fact that I liked it. He was so sweet.

  Derek excused himself for a minute to wash his face. Then he got back in
bed with me and held me in his arms.

  Derek had brought something back from the bathroom and he dipped his
fingers in it. Then he kissed me some more. I think I liked the kissing
most of all. Then he kicked things up a notch. Derek's fingers were slick
with some lubricant. As he kissed me, he tickled my tight little anus
ring. His other hand cupped my bubble bottom.

  I gasped at the sensation. Was he going to put his finger into my bottom?
He was. For the first time, something entered my bottom. Derek's finger
felt divine, especially with all the accompanying kissing. Then he slipped
a second finger in. Oh, my poor prickie! It was red and sore and no one was
even touching it!

  Then he found my prostate!

  Had Mama prepped him for all this during their little conference? No
matter. When Derek rubbed my prostate, I would have followed him to the
Bermuda Triangle during a hurricane. I squealed with intense, gut-wrenching
pleasure and spurted blast after blast of sticky cream. I was sobbing with
lust and finally begged him to stop. When my heart rate slowed, I looked at
Derek. He had the silliest, happiest grin. He really loved pleasing me. Had
I already fallen in love with him?

  I've discovered since that sissies fall in love very easily. With
multiple partners. And men love their sissies.

  I nursed on Derek's cock, bringing him to two bone-breaking cums. I
swallowed it all. Yum. Then I got up, made tinkles, brushed my hair, put my
nightshirt on and got back in bed for sleep.

  Derek watched it all, as if it were the greatest show on earth. Defying
nature and gravity, his cock was stiff once again.

  I was tired, but curious. He kissed me, then spooned up behind me. He
reached under my nightshirt and entered me with two lubed fingers yet
again. More prostate torture? I didn't know if I could... That wasn't a
finger! The rascal had pulled out his fingers and slipped in his cock.

  He was fucking me!

  I was being fucked!

  It was fantastic!

  Oh, I felt so submissive. I was in bed in my pretty nightshirt and a boy
had his big cock in me! And he was running his lubed thumb all over my pink
little helmet. He kept thrusting in and out. He was clipping my prostate
and it was so hot!!!! My balls were bubbling. He was kissing my neck
telling me he loved me. That did it. I yelped and came hard. Then squealed
and spurted again. Derek picked up the pace, quivered, and let a big, hot,
gooey load go into my squishy bottom.

  Now in addition to being a cocksucking faggot, I was a buttfucked faggot.

  It was dreamy!




  Chapter Four -- Impressing Mama

  That bad boy Derek fucked me during the night, then twice more in the
morning. I had to poop really bad after the first time, but the next ones
were pure pleasure.

  As I kissed Derek goodbye, with promises of renewed meetings, I thought
about Mama. Why had she set the night of love with Derek up?

  I could think of two reasons and they were probably both true.

  First, Mama probably thought that when I was unable or pose as a hetero
boy anymore, I would need protection around school. Having Derek as a love
slave guaranteed that no one would touch me.

  Second, and this was the one I really didn't like, Mama wanted to make
sure that I could take on those big oil men who would keep us out of the
poorhouse. If I could take Derek's boyish equipment in my mouth and bottom,
I would have less of a problem taking that tree log of Carl and his
fellows.

  Was I just a hotel asset to Mama?

  No. I think that she thought she was really doing the right thing for
me. And helping us financially in the process was a bonus. If I didn't
believe that, I would have been really mad at Mama. So I believed.

  I especially believed that I didn't want to talk to Mama the nanosecond
after Derek left. I wanted to take a bath and get all that cum off and out
of me. And think about what had happened.

  But, of course, Mama appeared magically.

  "Did you have fun with your new friend, Dennis?"

  I didn't need teasing at a time like that. "Please Mama. Don't tease
me. This is tough for me."

  Mama softened. She hugged me. "OK, Sweetie. You're right. How was it?"

  I looked down. "Horrible!" I said loudly. "And wonderful," I added
softly.

  Mama smiled. "You've described life. Woody Allen says life is divided
into the horrible and the miserable. Horrible and wonderful sounds a lot
better."

  Mama persisted. "Did you kiss him?"

  "Mama, I think you were watching when I kissed him goodbye. No games,
Mama. Please."

  "OK, Honey. Then did you make each other cum?"

  I couldn't look at her, but I told her the truth. "<Sob> Yes."

  "Was it nice?"

  "<Sniffle> Very nice."

  Mama beamed.  "Did you suck his cock?"

  Too much detail, but I answered. "Yes. And he sucked mine."

  That startled Mama. "That's great! Did you enjoy it? All of it."

  "I guess so."

  "What didn't you like? Was he mean to you? I'll..."

  "No, Mama. Derek was very good to me. It hurt a little when he put his
thing <gasp> in me. But then it was great."

  "He fucked you? Oh my little one. Good for you. How did you like it?"

  "Like I said, it hurt a little the first time, but..."

  "The first time? How many times did you two do it?"

  "Four. Is that OK?"

  Mama looked stunned. And happy. I had actually impressed my mother. A
first.

  "I've underestimated you, Dennis. I'm proud of you."

  It was a strange thing to impress my mother with, but it was a start.





  Chapter Five -- School

  Carl and the oil men had an on-site emergency and never got home until
mid-day on Tuesday.

  Tuesday morning, I had to go to school knowing that one of my same-sex
classmates and I had been totally intimate and that he could say all kinds
of true things about me that would doom me with my peers forever.

  Mama drove me to school and explained to the principal that I would now
be attending school and dressing as a sissyboy. Tight, brief, provocative
clothing.  Nail polish.  Pastels.  My life flashed before me. The die was
cast. No turning back. Word was out.

  Was the principal leering at me? Your principal is your pal.

  I entered my first period classroom and the principal whispered to
Mr. Evans, my math teacher. Mr. Evans smiled at me. The other kids just
stared. I was the prettiest person in the class by the number of lengths
Secretariat used to win by.

  The boys noticed. So did the girls. No one was more surprised than I was,
but the kids left me alone. Switching classes, they all asked what
happened.

  "It's my mother's idea," I said. Vague truth is a good thing.

  Bobby Flynn said, "You're beautiful, Dennis." He didn't care about being
called gay or anything. I saw Derek in the hall and smiled. He smiled back,
but kept a wary eye against harassment. He was protecting me, just as Mama
said.

  Could Mama have been right about everything?





  Chapter Six -- Dennis Comes Home From School

  It wasn't all roses the first day. I heard a few calls of "faggot!" from
both boys and girls and someone even knocked my books out of my hands. But
all in all, I was much more accepted than I ever dreamed that I would be.

  I wasn't happy about everything when I got home from school. But I wasn't
unhappy either.

  Mama asked me all about school and seemed very pleased with the
results. She told me I looked tired and suggested that I lie down for a
while. That was a first. But Mama knew that the tension of the day had worn
me out. I went into my room.

  Since Derek had left me the previous morning, I had been experiencing
sort of a general malaise. I didn't know what it was, but I sort of ached
all over.

  I lay on top of my bed and closed my eyes.

  I began to think about things. About men, really. About Carl. And
Derek. And even Bobby Flynn, who had said I was pretty that day. My cock
was pushing my underpants.

  I sort of patted my nipples.  I still had that ache. Like I needed to do
something. I thought about what Carl would think if he saw me now. Lying on
my back in my bed in only my silky underpants. My pricklet was stiff and my
underpants were full. Maybe if I just rubbed myself down there, that ache
would go away.

  I pulled my cock out and saw how wet the tip was. I rubbed the gooey
stuff around the head with two fingers and once again thought of Carl. He
was so big and rough. And his cock was huge. If he came in my room right
then, he could have done anything he wanted to me. Disgusting things. Well,
maybe not totally disgusting, but I was a boy and shouldn't have a big
hairy man on top of me. Warm and rough. Rubbing his big body against my
little self. I would be just a helpless little sissy. He would probably
take his cock out and order me to suck it. I couldn't resist, because he
was so big and strong. Carl's cock would be all red and angry and the
peehole would be leaking and I would... Ohhhhh. I began to ejaculate my
sissy cream. My stomach was wrenched. It was gushing out! My tummy was
covered with it. Carl!!!!!!

  I didn't really understand why that happened, but thank goodness the ache
was gone. I was pretty sure it would be back. Now that I had started
spurting my sticky cream, it appeared that I needed to keep doing it fairly
regularly.

  That was OK with me.

  I dozed off and Mama woke me at six to call me to dinner. I'm sure she
noticed the big splotches of dried cum all down the front of me, but she
kindly left it alone to dress -- provocatively, as she demanded. Then I
remembered that the oilmen had returned and would be checking me out.

  I was scared. They would want to do disgusting things. Especially that
Carl. I hoped.

  At dinner, Mom told me that we got three new guests that day. Two of the
three had moved from what Mama called "the Harpers' fleabag across the
street." It appeared that I was a bigger attraction than that tramp Mary
Ellen Harper.

  Pussy is no competition for a sissy's charms!!

  I helped Mama clean up and went to do my homework. At nine, I left my
room to do some hotel duties and ran into some of the men who had napped
and were now stretching their legs.

  They had never seen me fully dressed as a sissyboy and their eyes were
bugging out. They kept telling me how pretty I looked and asking me to stop
by their rooms for a chat.

  Carl was the last to awaken. When he did, I knew what my night would be
like.

  He saw me and his heart melted. The look I saw in his eyes was one I had
only seen from Mama, Daddy before he started drinking, and Derek.

  The man was in love.

  Who was I to fight that?

  I was such a little tart. I got into a nightshirt, let my hair down and
brushed it, washed my face, brushed my teeth, put on a robe and knocked on
Carl's door.

  "Come in," he said.

  When he saw me, he said. "I was praying it was you, Dennis."

  "I just wanted to see if you were all right," I said. "You've been
working so hard."

  Carl smiled, "Thank you, Sweetheart. Come sit with me. I understand
you've had some interesting times too."

  Mama was such a big mouth. "It's been horrible and wonderful," I said as
I sat next to him on his bed.

  Carl said, "If you take that robe off, we can add to the wonderful."

  I should have said, "Thank you, Carl, but I'm not interested. Good
night!"

  Of course, that was not what I wanted by that point. I said nothing;
merely removed my robe and showed Carl my luscious body.

  Carl gasped in awe. He was a man of taste, obviously, because I had it
all. Pretty face, sexy body, cock and balls.

  He arose, then stripped off all his clothes. That was a bit forward, but
it was pretty obvious that I wasn't there to bring him milk and cookies.

  Carl's body was well-used. It was scarred and muscular. And very
hairy. Had his cock grown since I saw it three days earlier? It was boring
a hole into his belly button.

  Oh.

  Carl sat in a straight chair and beckoned me. I straddled his right leg
and sat on his naked thigh. I opened so widely that the hairs on his leg
tickled my anus as he kissed me. I could feel his leg hairs scraping
against my sensitive pink bag as well. Oooooohhhh.

  Carl told me what a pretty boy I was. And kissed me again.

  It was so exciting. I twirled his chest hairs in my tiny fingers as he
kissed me. Then he reached under my nightshirt and held my pricklet with
his raspy, but gentle fingers. He skinned me up and down as his hot breath
covered my neck and his free hand caressed my bottom.

  I was so needy for him. I wanted it all that night. Of course I came,
squealing his name and shuddering through a ball-busting climax. That was
just the appetizer. Carl looked me in the eyes and I knew what my destiny
told me to do.

  I slipped to my knees and held the biggest, wettest cock in the world in
my delicate hands. Carl groaned as I handled him lovingly. He grunted when
I planted soft kisses along the length of his rammer.

  Carl was clearly in love. Or at least in considerable lust. I said,
"Carl. I think it's too big to get into my mouth, but I'll try. I'll lick
it the best I can anyway."

  Opinion differs on whether a cock should be swallowed or merely licked to
bone-shattering climax.

  I tried both methods and they sure worked. I licked his cock from the
underside of his balls to his peehole. Then back down again. I sucked each
ball, which made Carl lurch. I tickled the underside of his mushroom with
my tongue, which made Carl moan loudly. Then I stretched my little mouth
and got most of the head in. I sucked and licked like a girl serving her
man.

  Carl and I kept eye contact, which was very sexy and intimate. It also
gave me an early warning when he winced in the first orgasmic pang, then
exploded into my mouth.

  It was a hot torrent of cum, drooling from my mouth and sliding down both
sides of my chin, like lava from a volcano. And almost as hot.

  Carl groaned with joy. He grunted that it was the best orgasm he had ever
had.

  I was so proud.

  But I was worried about what might happen next. What if he tried to FUCK
me?

  I could never. It would never. It was against the laws of geometry. And
physics.

  Carl apparently was a law-breaker.

  He picked me up and carried me to his bed, kissing me sweetly the whole
way.

  He laid me on my back, then lay next to me on his back.

  When he explained to me what he wanted, I blushed in shame.

  "I want to eat your asshole, Sweetheart, make you cum, and loosen you up
for me to fuck your pretty bottom."

  Adrenalin surged through my body. I was prepared for fight or flight. I
chose neither.

  I straddled Carl's shoulders, on my knees facing his feet and lowered my
intimate hole over his mouth.

  Carl ate me out thoroughly and thrillingly. He started slowly at first,
with hesitant little licks of the soft flesh between my bottom cheeks. Then
he took gentle, tiny licks of my rosebud. The first time one molecule of
Carl's tongue touched my hole, I shot my sticky cream all over Carl's
chest, screaming as if I had been shot. I almost fainted. Carl's chest
hairs were matted with my hot goo.

  Carl began to devour my hole in earnest. Licking, slurping, grunting as
he dug into my secret places. As an oilman, he knew how to dig and
drill. He had a long, stiff tongue and it was the singularly most exciting
and scary moment of my life.

  I shuddered and helplessly ejaculated once again. Oh, Glory, it was
powerful! Gobs of sissy cream leaping through the air, punctuated by
girlish squeals. Carl could keep doing that as long as he liked.

  He held my hips in his rough, but gentle hands and ate his carnal meal
for another fifteen minutes and yet another of my cums, though that time I
was only half hard and dribbled cum rather than spurted it. It still felt
like being hit by a 50-foot tidal wave.

  Boys couldn't possibly have that much fun, could they?

  When Carl pronounced me ready for my fucking, I began to cry. Carl's
heart melted and he kissed away my fears, then put me on my back.

  "Sissies should be fucked on their backs, Dennis. It shows them who's in
charge."

  I loved a man to be in charge. Or at least think he was in charge.

  Carl covered me with his huge body and put my pink thighs on his
shoulders. He looked at my pretty eyes and kissed me. Then he looked at my
soaked, relaxed hole and smiled.

  My doodle was limp with fear and overwork. I trembled, but wanted Carl's
cock in me very badly. I sneaked a peek at its magnificence one last time
before it murdered me. It was a monster. It would tear me apart.

  I whimpered. Carl shushed me softly, then touched my ring with the
sopping tip of his big boy. There was fear and lust on my eyes as Carl
pushed.

  It hurt!!! Horrible pain!!!!

  But only for a second. Then my bottom hole welcomed the invader and with
one steady thrust, he was all in.

  I almost expected another jolt of pain. But it didn't come.

  I felt full, but warm and loved. I reached down to feel the connection,
just to be sure that Carl was all in. He was -- to the hairs.

  How had I ever done that? Carl had prepared me beautifully. He was a
wonderful lover.

  Carl began to move. Oh. I felt his horse dick scrape my prostate. The
English language needs a new word to describe what a pleasure that was.

  Carl kissed me and fucked me. We were both in an erotic trance. I wrapped
my pretty legs around him and pulled him toward me, making him fuck me
harder. I was whining and whimpering and begging for more! Carl gave me
long, hard strokes and grunted out his love.

  My peeny, soft as yogurt, flopped with each thrust. Then I felt another
orgasm approaching. But my cock was so soft. No matter. It built in
intensity, doubling with each of Carl's now frantic thrusts. Carl was close
too. My cock just lay there, but my balls were telling me ...Oh...I slammed
into a wall at 100 mph, fell off a cliff, was hit by a left hook. I
shuddered in a gut-clenching orgasm just as Carl gave me a bucket-size cum
enema. And I drooled out three watery drops of my own cum.

  Being a sissy didn't seem to be all that bad.





  Chapter Seven -- Winners

  The next two weeks went by in a blur. A cummy blur.

  I guess the strangest part of my life from then on was the way my mother
began to treat me. Until I became an open sissy, Mama loved me, but she
seemed kind of annoyed to be burdened with me too. She liked men, but she
used men too. I got the impression, probably justified, that she was using
me as well. I was her servant around the hotel, although she really did
need my help for us both to survive economically.

  Then she got the bright idea to turn me into a little sissy sexpot,
attracting men to the hotel. That succeeded way beyond Mama's wildest
dreams. In the three weeks I had been the new Dennis, our occupancy
tripled.

  I was every big, burly oilman's fuck dream. I certainly wasn't going to
make all their dreams come true, but they liked being around me. Who really
wants all their dreams to come true anyway? I mean, then what?

  Mama was probably pretty cruel to turn me into a sissy more or less
against my will. But I'm guessing that if I had really resisted, she would
have backed off. At least I hope so.

  Anyway, she treated me with a lot more respect for then on. As her
greatest economic asset, not an economic burden.

  And she did love me. I'm pretty sure.

  She did get people to help out with all the housekeeping chores, now that
we were so full and busy. She hired the Harpers, who had to close their
hotel across the street. It was Mama's finest moment when she offered Linda
and Mary Ellen Harper rooms and board and a small salary to help run a
successful hotel -- the Acme.

  So now the men who stayed at our place had four chances for sex almost
every night, though I was clearly the preferred prize. I think a lot of
them were thinking of me when they blew their cum into Miss Mary Ellen
Harper and her trampy mother.

  As the school year wound down and the Harpers were doing all the
Cinderella work, I got to be the fairy princess. Most days after school, I
would wear a tiny speedo Mama bought for me and sun myself in the hotel's
small backyard.

  Sometimes one of the guests would come out and put some lotion on me.
Mostly they would just peep out their windows and punish Elvis.

  Carl and Derek were my favorites, but Carl betrayed me! His company moved
him to a job on the west coast! I only got to feel his hot cock in my
bottom 23 times after that first night. I was heartbroken when he left.

  Oh well. There were lots of other nice men in the hotel. And sissies are
obligated to share themselves with multiple admirers. It's in the Sissy
Code.

  At school, Derek made sure that no one could get close enough to me to
harass me or romance me. Except for Bobby Flynn, who seemed openly smitten
with me, but Derek seemed to be fine with that.

  Hmmmmm. I wondered about that.

  With our new prosperity, Mama bought me all kinds of pretty things. I
really did feel like a sissy princess and men from ten area codes noticed.

  Derek and I had enjoyed four sweet, extended liaisons, not counting the
times we found a dark corner at school and played slap and tickle.

  He seemed so comfortable with Bobby mooning over me. I couldn't figure it
out.

  Bobby even asked, in front of Eric, if he could stop by my place some
time. I was so mad at Derek for not being jealous that I said, "How about
this afternoon, Bobby?"

  Bobby was ecstatic and Derek was indifferent. Huh? Was Derek tired of me
already? Was I that dull and sexless? I would show Bobby I wasn't, just to
spite Mr. Derek.

  Bobby asked his mother for permission, then came home with Mama and me.

  The hotel guests were all at work when we got home and for some reason,
Bobby seemed disappointed.

  "I thought you had a hotel full of oil workers, Dennis," Bobby said.

  I looked at him oddly and said. "We do, Bobby. They're all at work."

  That satisfied him. A strange boy.

  Mama suggested that I take Bobby and show him my room. A fine idea. He
was very cute and he liked me. And was nice to me. That deserved a reward.

  Bobby seemed very excited when we entered my room. Men, I discovered,
always were. Some almost hyperventilated.

  Bobby was different about it. He said the strangest thing. "You're very
lucky, Dennis."

  Then things got stranger. Bobby began to cry.

  I was dense but not impermeable. Bobby was a sissy, just like me. Except
he apparently had figured it all out on his own.

  That was why he was always telling me I was pretty. He wanted to wear my
underpants, not pull them off me.

  That was why Derek wasn't jealous. He knew. How did he know?

  I held Bobby and comforted him.

  I was living his dream, he said.

  Poor Bobby. I was duped into this and I had the killer bod and the hotel
full of rough, hard men. He probably scrambled for crumbs all his life and
I had the whole bakery.

  I didn't know how to make him feel better so I kissed him. That slowed
his sobs a little. Then I asked, "Who knows about you?"

  <Sniff> "My Mom knows, but she won't admit it to herself. My Dad ran
off. He doesn't care."

  I knew the feeling. "Anyone else?"

  "Some boys suspect. Derek knows."

  Aha!!!! I thought so. I already had the answer figured out, but I
asked. "And how does Derek know?"

  Bobby blushed. He stammered, "Well, Derek and I..."

  How long had this been going on? I asked.

  "About a year," Bobby said. "But he dumped me when he met you."

  Another competition I had won. I was on a roll. But dumping Bobby was
mean.

  "There are other boys in the world, Bobby."

  "I know. But I'm scared. I don't know which ones will fall in love with
me and which will run. "

  "I could help you there. Maybe you would like to meet some of the nice
guests here."

  Bobby almost drooled.

  He sissied over to me. I gave him a sweet kiss and felt his Johnson. It
was very excited. I got on my knees and licked him to a screaming cum. Then
he got on his knees and showed me why he had been Derek's boyfriend for a
year. That sissy could suck a cock! I was breathless when I spurted all my
sticky juice into his sweet mouth.

  We cuddled and kissed on the bed for a while and I asked him about Derek
and him.

  Blushing, he told me that Derek and he had been at a scout campout about
a year earlier when Bobby slipped into the woods to answer a call of
nature. Pulling his scout shorts back up he saw Derek nearby. Had Derek
seen his pink underpants? No. He would have said something.

  Bobby forgot about it for a week or so until one day he was at the Mall
waiting for his Mom to try on something or other.

  Derek saw Bobby and said hi. Derek had never spoken to Bobby all that
much, but he asked if Bobby wanted to get a Coke or something while Bobby's
Mom obsessed over blue vs. red.

  Bobby was flattered that Derek was being nice to him. He didn't know how
nice Derek planned to be. Derek walked Bobby over to the food court and
bought them each a Coke.

  Then Derek made his move. "I saw your underpants, Bobby. Are you a
sissy?"

  Bobby's answer was clear. He began to cry.

  Derek held Bobby's hand under the table and said, "It's OK, Bobby. It's
OK if you're a sissy. I like sissies." Then, under the table, Derek
unzipped Bobby's pants, reached in. and stroked his little sissy cock to a
creamy cum. Bobby was in love!

  Bobby and Derek's love affair flamed white hot, with long, cummy
afternoon sessions in Bobby's house when his Mom was at work. Bobby was
surprised that Derek was such a good cocksucker himself. Was Derek a sissy
too?

  Bobby adored Derek, but the affair ran its course, with both eager for
new partners. Bobby wanted men. Derek wanted a new sissy. Derek got his
wish a month earlier. It appeared Bobby would get his that day.

  I asked the little cutie, "Would you like a big strong man to hold you
and kiss you, then eat your little bottom and fuck you with his big cock?

  Bobby was so excited that he spurted his cream on me. He was so
expressive.

  Then I worked my magic. The men were home from work. I picked up the
house phone in my room. "Bill? Hi. It's Dennis."

  Bill reacted as if he had won the lottery. "Hi, Dennis. How are you?"

  "Fine, Bill, thank you. Say, Bill, one of my friends is visiting. He's
very sweet and pretty and likes men. Would you like to meet him? And could
you bring a nice friend for me?"

  Oh, yes.

  Nanoseconds later, Bill Kerns and Jay York were knocking on my door.

  After a few obligatory moments of small talk, Bill escorted the delighted
Bobby to his room. I gave Jay the evening of his life.

  Bobby had to go home by ten, so he sissied into my room at 9:30, full of
love and sweetness and a tummy and bottom full of cum. Bobby covered me
with kisses, thanking me for my hospitality and affection.

  Bobby gave me a big tonguey kiss and volunteered to help out with the
hotel guests any time.

  Was it was any wonder that we soon became the biggest hotel in town?

  We understood hotel management.


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  "Sweetyboys" (gay young friends)
  "Boarding-School Bedmates" (bisexual adult-youth, though it's quite gay)
  "After-School Stroke Club" (gay high school)
  "Pretty" (gay adult-youth)
  "Dating Pretty Boys" (gay young friends)